’ ‘What’s a secretary do?’ I explained a few of the responsibilities, to keep a list of contacts, a schedule of appointments, make phone calls... write letters, and things like that. ‘I dunna know how to do any of that.’ ‘If you’re willing to learn, I’ll teach you. Something else, use proper English. When you speak, don’t use slang. Can you try to do that?’ ‘How do I do that?’ ‘Listen to the words that I speak or the words of the folks I talk to.’ ‘Are you gonna try to fuck me?’ I just shook my. He realised I was coming and theres a good girl. I knew youd like it. He started to breathe deeply, digging his nails into my stomach. Sliding his cock in harder and more roughly, he came in my pussy hard. He pulled out, and pushed my legs together in their stirrups. William walked away from me for a moment as I caught my breath. He untied my wrists and lovingly kissed my sore arms. He released my ankles, he lifted me up and dropped me on my knees on the hardwood floor. He let the air out of. Have your men to the office at the same time and the same rules will apply as last night,” I said.The next three days at 1600 fell in a quiet routine again and that worried me more than anything. The evenings and nights were something else.Balthazar was interrogated for three nights in a row, needing almost no drugs. Every day I had people make nice to him as long as he was talking. I let him choose food from the restaurant menu. He received clean clothes and was allowed to shower every day.The. Sweat trickled between her breasts as she made her way to the front door and pushed it open. The scent of oregano and parsley wafting from the steaming kitchen rolled into her nostrils. Emily smiled – she loved when her dad cooked pasta, he always did so well. She closed the door behind her and rubbed an arm across her forehead ringing the sweat from her arm wit ha few shakes. “Dad I’m home!” She panted. “How was the run, sweetie?” The word made her smile. ‘Sweetie’ meant something so.